Shower? Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That!



The struggle is real, and so is that smell. But, it’s nothing a couple of scented baby wipes can’t fix cover mask camouflage.

That smell? You probably know it; the guy on the bus, the girl on the train – possibly you. It’s a special bouquet of funk. A mix of traveler sweat (from hiking, trekking, long unair-conditioned bus rides in Morocco), coupled with clothes that aren’t quite clean, but “clean” enough, and let’s not forget pure adventure. It’s a small badge of honor for the backpacker; worn in place of deodorant.

When backpacking, there are many reasons showering can seem a distant dream, including but not limited to: camping, lack of hot water, sheer laziness, the desire for adventure above all else, but  the most common reason, wishful thinking – thinking you could shower later, but later is a day or more away.

I can recall some very distinky distinct examples where I may have gone a considerable amount of days without showering, i.e, Wadi Rum desert for 2 days or when I was sick from food poisoning and couldn’t be bothered; however, I want to #TBT to that time in Australia.

One crazy French girl (you know who you are – Asmae) and I decided to road trip up Australia’s east coast during winter, which took us seven weeks. Both of our budgets were on the skimpy side, so, we decided free camping  and Couchsurfing would technically be the most “cost effective and experience enhancing” options – which they were.

Heading north, in the midst of our trip with the weather getting warmer, we began to camp regularly for convenience (and I must say we got pretty good at it). Sadly, free camps rarely offer showers, let alone hot water. Needless to say, rub-a-dub time was often deferred. We made plans to find a Couchsurfing host, as well as, tried to will the Universe to send us a free camp with hot water, but neither came to fruition. Still, we stayed positive and pledged that “tomorrow” would be the day *cue Rosie the Riveter arm* – wishful thinking. Tomorrow came on the 7th day.

Yes, I admit it, I did’t shower for a week!


Day 6 – God please help me accept the underwear that I cannot change.

It is the longest I have ever gone without a shower, though, as a kid, I can recall being told to bathe by the parental units, however, not being one to miss out on the fun, I simply splashed myself with some water and changed clothes – who knows how many times I did that in a week, but I digress. In any case, I have no shame.

Also, in our defense, within that week, we swam in fresh water lakes, utilized numerous baby wipes, deodorant, and most importantly, took solace in the knowledge that you can’t really smell your own odor (thank you olfactory adaptation).


Letting the cool blue waters wash it all away

Traveling is always a great adventure and not showering was an adventure all in itself. Never knowing when the next shower was coming or if my lady parts could sustain, it was like gambling. With great risk comes great rewards and that shower with the ever flowing hot water,  felt like hitting the jackpot!

I have showered in a bathroom with heated floors and I have showered out of a bucket – I even once had a lovely village woman boil water on the fire to mix with the cold tap water – but, one very important thing I have learned in my 17 months of traveling around the world is that showering is a luxury (so is washing your clothes, but that’s another blog post). A luxury that not everyone gets to indulge in. So, the next time you step into your shower, be grateful for the luxurious hot water cascading down to your feet, and do a warm water fast splash for your friendly neighborhood backpacker.

three person taking a bath


A note to my fellow backpackers and budget travelers: Keep the faith. If you can’t find a hot shower, remember, there are gyms, public pools, baby wipes, and if your badge of honor is very strong, there may be a stranger out there waiting to offer you a place to wash your bum. Good luck!




I was strolling through my Instagram feed and came across a sponsored page which truly caught my attention. It said “What’s your word?” I was intrigued, so I clicked the link, and as I read through the site, I knew I had to define my year of travel.

What is my word…“Wanderlust” just didn’t describe it and “Fernweh” didn’t cut it; these are words every travel spirit knows, so I dug a little deeper. I did an internet search for “travel words” and I came across an interesting website. Approximately a quarter of the way through the page, there it was:

Strikhedonia” (originating from Greek), definition: The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”


It not only described the openness I wish to embrace while on the road, it also relays the pleasure I feel in leaving my current life behind.

I have many people tell me  “I’m so jealous” or “I wish I could do that”. The truth is, you can. It’s a conscience decision, a passion, a desire. The Universe is conspiring to give you anything you want, as long as you “ask, believe, receive” (It’s The Secret!). As my grandpa used to say “[…] ain’t goin’ nowhere. It’ll be here when you get back.” (He’s from Georgia, if you didn’t catch that). It’s ok to leave home because home will always be there when you need it, and although it usually doesn’t change, after an adventure, you’ll realize you have.

Whatever you journey may be, define it. What’s your word?


Why am I talking about…



Travel has given me pleasure, peace, and sanity. Eight years ago, I lost my job and was unemployed for almost 2 years (I was a financial planner), and I realized I wasn’t likely to find a job anytime soon. I started renting my spare room on this “new” site, and I began to meet travelers from all over the globe. Being the social butterfly that I am, I would show my guest around Miami and they would tell me stories of their homeland. I started to get a yearning to visit, like I should have seen these places long ago (the Germans call it Ferweh). Next came, Couchsurfers, many friends kept talking about them and I constantly met them, but didn’t really grasp the concept, until one drunkin’ Miami night, I sat down on the beach with a cute Croatian girl who enlightened me, and over night, I decided to sell everything and backpack through Europe.

My three month backpacking trip started in London and ended in Italy, with a Sensation White Party thrown in there somewhere. It was fun, and lonely, and sexy, and scary and sad, and funny and….it was worth it!

When I returned (1/6/11), I started to look for a job in my field. I sat in front of the computer and went on and started sending out my resume and within an hour I knew I couldn’t go back to an office job, plus I wanted fast cash because I came back and had $4 in my bank account. I had heard many a times that I would make a great server, so craigslist is where I went and clicked food/bev/hosp. The next day I had an interview and the day after that, I had a job. I have been serving and bartending for the last 6 years and I have loved every second of it and I thank traveling for that, and now…I’m depending on this next trip to show me my new path (although, I may come back and realize Bartending was perfect for me!). Travel life matters to me because it gave me life, it give me a new outlook and made me realize there are no rules to this life.

I started this blog because I want to take you on this journey with me and I hope that I can inspire one person, more particularly, one female to throw caution to the wind because there may be a glorious adventure waiting for you!

What am I talking about?


In a time where everyone is saying black lives, and blue lives, or all lives matter, I can only think of one life that matters to me, travel life. Don’t worry, this will not be some political blog and I am not taking a stand against or for anything, except traveling, because I believe traveling gives perspective, patience, experience and consideration which could erase a lot of the hate that is currently at boiling point here in the States.

I have been lucky to have some amazing travel experiences, my most recent trip took me to Thailand, The Land of Smiles, and it truly was. I smiled a lot, mainly because everything was so cheap. It had been 6 years since I’d left the country and being there made me sick…I caught the travel bug and it has burrowed its way into my soul.


So! It’s time to get back out there to seek and explore the beauty of the world. I have decided to spend one year, or how ever far my money can take me, out in the world. I will start in Lisbon and end somewhere in Mexico. I decided to start this blog for two reasons, one, so my friends and family won’t be too worried about me in places where wi-fi is lacking, and two, I hope to inspire through my experiences, photos and anecdotes.

I have seven months before I start my trip around the world (RTW). My departure date is June 5, 2017. So, stay tuned for planning strategies, travel equipment ideas, fears, doubts, and excitement.